"Bibbs, I'm goin' to start you off this way: I'm
goin' to make you a director in the Pump Works Company; I'm goin' to
make you vice-president of the Realty Company and a vice-president of
the Trust Company!"
Bibbs jumped to his feet, blanched. "Oh no!" he cried.
Sheridan took his dismay to be the excitement of sudden joy. "Yes,
sir! And there's some pretty fat little salaries goes with those
vice-presidencies, and a pinch o' stock in the Pump Company with the
directorship. You thought I was pretty mean about the shop--oh, I
know you did!--but you see the old man can play it both ways. And so
right now, the minute you've begun to make good the way I wanted you
to, I deal from the new deck. And I'll keep on handin' it out bigger
and bigger every time you show me you're big enough to play the hand
I deal you. I'm startin' you with a pretty big one, my boy!"
"But I don't--I don't--I don't want it!" Bibbs stammered.
"What'd you say?" Sheridan thought he had not heard aright.
"I don't want it, father. I thank you--I do thank you--"
Sheridan looked perplexed. "What's the matter with you? Didn't you
understand what I was tellin' you?"
"Yes.
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